Wildcats
Wind within their fur
In jungles, Savannah’s, nowhere mediocre
Lazy they are not, for sure
Dragons of their own right
Cats crave the WildThing fight
At night these angels hardly sleep
Tread during day, the feline will creep
Such is the WildCat a’neat.
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